Chapter 209: The Battle of a Saint-level Powerhouse
"Don't speak, hurry up and run!Can you get up?" Ghost Ugly cut the rope on Faramo's body with a dagger, and left him alone with a healing spell, and went directly to Calle, cut the rope that bound his hands, and then supported His Royal Highness the Second Prince, who was already weak.
"Don't say more now, we have to hurry up and run, or we'll die if we touch the edge!" Falamir staggered out of the big hole in the back of the tent, and just got out of the tent, Calle and Faramir were almost stunned on the spot, in the cold wind, the flames of the torches swayed violently, and the corpses were scattered throughout the camp, such as
It was easier to deal with corpses alone, Kahler and the military judge, who had already experienced the war, said that they had been beaten out of a sea of blood, but even Faramor, who was most accustomed to corpses, couldn't help but want to vomit after seeing the scene in front of him.
The robbers who had kidnapped Calle and Faramir had apparently lost their lives without even seeing their enemies, and if they hadn't looked closely, no one would have been able to see that they had all been killed by slitting their throats, and the reason why they looked closely was because although they were all corpses, except for the head and neck, there was nothing left of these corpses
Flesh and bones, without exception!
"It's ...... What's the situation?" said Calle, but he was not slow at all, but he even added a rudimentary levitation technique to Faramor, which, despite being a rudimentary magic, reduced the weight of the military judge and allowed him to run faster.
The group of three quickly passed through the camp, under the leadership of the ghost, the other two people didn't need to identify the direction at all, just ran forward, Calle's physical strength was the first to be exhausted, and standing on tiptoe for a long time was the most physically demanding, so the ghost ugly suddenly felt that the weight on his body became heavy, but the ghost ugly was not very worried, because they didn't have to run too far.
In the camp.
The two emaciated figures slowly turned around, looking at the opposite direction of the ghost and the others fleeing, one of them had snowflakes fluttering around him, but none of the snowflakes fell to the ground, while the other person was holding a cyan long knife, with a look of vigilance, and the two of them released their own breath, so that the three people who had run away couldn't help but stagger, and their bodies were struggling as if they were pressed with heavy objects.
If it weren't for a cold snort, I'm afraid the three of them wouldn't have had a chance to run that far.
"What person, come out!" A hoarse and low voice came from the mouth of the person wearing a robe and surrounded by snowflakes, and the other person was still silent, but even if someone spoke, the other party did not mean to speak, but the two suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery seemed to have changed a little, and the wind was still blowing, but the two of them completely ignored the external environment
For them to feel that the other party is strong.
Is it the rescue of that little bastard from Calle?
Nothing can be heard around except for the wind, and the two people can obviously feel that they are locked, but where is the position of the other party, so far the two of them have not sensed it, you must know that the two of them are also saint-level powerhouses, if even they can't perceive the existence, either the other party is good at the way of concealment, or the level is higher than their own, and they can better hide themselves
Breath, and if you want to do this, you are at least a third-level sage level powerhouse, but now the other party has not appeared for a long time, but the surrounding environment seems to have become darker, and it is night, and after the two people glanced at each other, they made a decision.
The emaciated figure with a long knife turned around and ran towards the ghost and the others.
But he only took two steps before he had to stop, he had to stop, I don't know when, there was actually a skeleton soldier standing behind him!
Necromancer!
If it weren't for his quick reaction, he almost sent his chest to the tip of this skeleton soldier's knife when he turned around just now, not so much that this was a skeleton soldier, but rather a half-body skeleton, because the head of this skeleton still had flesh and blood, and only the neck was completely bone, this necromancer actually took materials on the spot and directly used these corpses of the Kotler Empire, but this is not for a necromancy
The mage always said, but it is only the best experimental site, but this kind of research is more like the opponent's intentional sarcasm when used now!, the cyan long knife in his hand waved, and directly cut off this skeleton soldier, but then he found that if he cut this, there would be skeleton soldiers on the ground to get up, and then fill the vacancy, not only continued to block his way, but also the level of this skeleton soldier
Getting higher and higher!
If it was a knife before, then now these skeleton soldiers have been able to withstand ordinary attacks, after the person holding the long knife snorted coldly when he saw this, the cyan long knife in his hand was covered with a layer of cyan, which was the color of the wind system fighting qi, and this long knife became sharper after being infused with fighting energy, and it was more lethal than the ordinary long knife. whereas
And there are only so many private corpses in this camp, read them all, see what else you can do!
As soon as he had such an idea, this person poured the Douqi byte into the IQ of the long knife, and for a while, the flesh and blood flew sideways, but it was a straight way to kill.
"Necromancer, don't let me find you, otherwise, I will definitely break you into ten thousand pieces!" The heavy voice came out of the mouth of the person holding the cyan long knife, but he saw that there was no skeleton in front of him, and the necromancer secretly released the necromantic creatures he summoned from a distance, but he never came forward, obviously, although the other party was already at the level of a saint-level powerhouse, but
The way of fighting has not changed, but now his task is to kill Calle, as long as he kills Caleb and takes away his head, then even if he doesn't deal with this necromancer, there is nothing wrong with it, but now there is only one thought in his mind, after killing Calle, he must find out this necromancer, and then dismantle it in eight pieces, and cut it with a thousand knives!
He already knew the direction in which Calle and the others were fleeing, and he could see the route, but just as this martial saint was about to get up and run, he heard a frightened cry from behind.
"Watch your back!"
But it was too late to remind, a mottled long knife slashed heavily behind the figure holding the cyan long knife, and with the power from behind, he took two steps forward, and then turned around and suddenly felt bitter in his mouth!
The entire camp, along with his companions, was completely surrounded by white skeletons, and those skeletons that were cut in half were actually among them, and the knife just now also surpassed ordinary skeletons, who was the other party, why did he go against himself!
"I know who he is! He's Goron! Scourge Golon!" Feeling the aura of death that the skeleton soldiers around him constantly exuded, this magician who had been floating with snowflakes around him also lost control at this time, obviously he was kicked to the iron plate this time! But what is all this? Neither of them can figure it out, especially this person who is called a natural disaster, but he helps the second prince of an empire!